I have nothing to prove or declare.
I only have my skin, my pulse,
and random electrons tracing through me.
It is nothingness,
Except what I make it.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
I have nothing to prove or declare.
I only have my skin, my pulse,
and random electrons tracing through me.
It is nothingness,
Except what I make it.
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